Several years ago, I was visiting my parents. They were living in Brookline, Massachusetts at the time—a really cool neighborhood right on the T line, with all kinds of people living there
Hasidic Jews, Russians, Boston liberals in rumpled khakis.
That sort of thing.
Anyway, this particular morning was Easter Sunday. My dad was out of town, and my mom had planned on attending services.
No longer a churchgoer, I’d planned on going for a run instead.
My mom surprised me by revealing she wasn’t feeling really motivated to get all dressed up and go to church.
“Well, today, let’s … Read the rest >




